The way your hair swings over your eyes
The motor in my head turns
“Why can’t you just be happy for me!” Cream was practically screaming at me in frustration.
I couldn’t really blame her. Every day for the past two weeks I had tried to convince her to abandon this party. I kept telling her about this awful feeling I had, gut retching really. Sometimes, when I let my imagination really run away with its self, I envisioned Cream coming home in tears – bruises marring her porcelain skin.
There was also the fact that I didn’t want her to go and get stolen by another man. A man more confident than myself. A man that knew how to voice his feelings for the fallen angel that had graced this planet.
Needless to say, I kept that sentiment to myself.
Wanting you for such a long time
In my mind, a heart, a lesson to learn
“I’d be happy for you if I knew it was true! What if they hurt you, Cream? What if this is all just a plot to embarrass you in front of all the popular kids at the university?”
“Maize, you’re being paranoid.” A few deep breaths had controlled her temper.
“I can’t even go with you! You have no one there that’s on your side if this is some kind of cruel prank!”
“That’s not true! Scarlett and Royal both said you could come.” She shot back darkly.
This was true. They had said I could come. Matter of fact, they had originally invited both of us in person two weeks ago. However, an email from Royal had set one rule that completely deterred me from attending.
It was mandatory that everyone in attendance wear their own color.
I didn’t even own anything fancy enough for a party to begin with – there was no way I owned yellow clothing that would meet the criteria. I was pretty sure hoodies and torn shoes weren’t appropriate attire.
Do do do do do do do do
You’ll never know,
I’m after you
“You know they made that rule so I wouldn’t come.” I retorted, running a hand through my hair.
“Or maybe they were trying to help you! Maybe they knew if you did dress in black you would be picked on!”
“Whatever.” I caved. There was no point in arguing. The party was tonight. Cream was going to go.
Surely some knight would find her and sweep her off her feet, claiming her for his own.
At my crescent-fallen expression Cream closed the gap between us, placing her small hand on my shoulder.
A small smile graced her lips, “Are you still going to help me get ready?”
Do do do do do do do do
You’ll never know
Of course, helping Cream get ready really consisted of sitting on the toilet while she stood in front of my bathroom mirror for hours applying make-up and doing her hair. Since I wasn’t good at either of those things, I was really just there for small conversation and the occasional opinion.
“Does this eye-liner look good on me?”
“What about this shade of blush?”
“My eye shadow isn’t too much?”
“Should I curl my hair in one or two parts?”
I don’t know why Cream thought I would know the answers to these questions; I was a guy and by all means was not gay, but I tried my best to answer correctly. Quick and simple yes and no responses that didn’t distract me from wallowing in my self-pity for too long. Half the time she didn’t take my advice anyways – wiping off a color of shadow that I just said look good in favor for another.
And you smell like,
How angels oughta smell
“You know, if you did go, I’d suggest slicking your hair back a little,” She said, turning her attention away from the mirror and towards my mop of hair.
“Well, I’m not going,” I retorted sourly, “so it doesn’t really matter.”
“Someone’s grouchy,” She picked up one of my combs and ran it under the stream of water from my faucet, “I think it would look good.”
I didn’t fuss as she ran the comb through my hair, pinning back the locks from my face.
“See, now everyone can see that handsome face of yours!” She exclaimed cheerful.
I smiled in response but before I could open my mouth to speak, Cream was ushering me out of the bathroom.
“I have to change!”
And you look like
You’re ready to go
When Cream stepped out of my bathroom ten minutes later my jaw might as well have hit the ground.
Her petite feet were strapped into a pair of white three inch heels, causing her long legs to seem endless. My eye slowly traveled up her bare flesh to the hem of her dress which was precariously low cut. The dress molded to her body and, as she did a little twirl for me, left her back exposed. The zebra pattern of the dress was white and a light grey, in agreement with the rules Royal had set forth. However, the ribbons of her dress daringly broke the rules.
“Cream, your dress…”
“What? Is it too much? Too short?” She fretted.
“No, it’s yellow.” I pointed out in awe.
“Oh,” She said with a small giggle, “so?”
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
“It’s almost white,” She said in her defense, “plus I needed a reminder.”
“A reminder of what?” I asked with a raised brow.
“That if this is some kind of cruel joke that you’ll be here waiting.”
The way your hair swings over your eyes
The way your words keep me in a line
“Of course,” I whispered, closing the gap between us and pulling her into a hug, “forever.”
The vibration of Cream’s phone pulled us apart. She glanced down at the screen and smiled brightly at the purple letters that lit up:
“He’s outside.” She stated simply.
As she turned to leave I grabbed her wrist, spinning her back around to face me.
I could do it. I could tell my living breathing angel exactly how I felt about her. All I had to do was open my mouth and say three words: I love you. Why were they so hard to say? Was it because I had no practice saying them? I suppose never having an interest in any girl till now didn’t exactly give me the experience one needed in these types of situations.
Cream looked up at me quizzically, “Are you alright, Maize?”
“Yea,” I frowned, sitting down on one of my stools, “Have fun.”
She nodded, frowning slightly, “If you change your mind about attending I left a gift for you in your bedroom.”
And with that she was gone.
I stared at the door for a few minutes before heading towards my room, curious as to what Cream had been talking about.
The gift Cream had left me was a simple yellow outfit. It fit me perfectly, the jeans hung from my hips smoothly and the shirts were neither baggy nor tight. I imagined she had to have dug through my dressers on one of our Wednesday movie nights.
I’m telling you for the very last time
You better know
An hour later I found myself in the bathroom, changing my clothes as fast as humanly possible.
I was so dumb.
So exceedingly incredibly dumb!
I would never forgive myself if Cream had already been humiliated without me there to protect her. She was so naïve, so trusting, who knew what kind of trouble she would get herself into! She probably drank every drink that was offered to her! Some sleaze bag had probably already drugged her and was currently having his way with her.
My thoughts did little for the turmoil in my stomach or the pounding of my head.
So baby hold my hand
I’ll take you everywhere
I had put Cream in danger and for what reason? Because I didn’t want to give into the social norm for one night? Was being a yellow ‘bow really so awful? Or was I just that selfish? I made a mental promise to myself right then and there. From that day forward I would do whatever it took to protect Cream – even if that meant giving up my individuality for a night.
I practically sprinted out my apartment and down the complex building before jumping onto my bike. I had been gripping the keys to my vehicle so tightly that they left impressions on my hand. Not that I cared at the moment. No, at that moment the only thing in the world that mattered to me was getting to Cream.
Hopefully before it was too late.
You wanna go
Song by: New Found Glory